Digging Graves

(Yeah...) (Dig it deep...) I woke up this morning in a pine box bed With a shotgun pillow right beneath my head Picked my teeth with a rusted rib And washed it down with gasoline from a stolen rig My hound is a wolf that howls at the moon And we're howling out a hymn for the coming doom (Lord have mercy...) I played poker with a demon and I won his eyes Now I see the world through a veil of flies I caught the preacher's stare and he burst into flames Now the undertaker's shaking when he hears my name I drink graveyard bourbon with a skeleton crew (drink it down) (going down down down) I got a mortgage on my soul and the rent is due (rent is due) (oh its due) Yeah, the devil's my landlord and he's knocking loud But I'm too busy digging graves to slow down! (Oh-oh-oh) Digging graves, no time to slow down! (Ha ha ha ha...) I married a banshee in a hurricane We tied the knot with a rusted chain She kissed my neck and the sky turned black Now there ain't no map that can lead me back I filled my tank with the tears of the lost And I drove through the river just to show who's boss... He's pounding on the door... the wood begins to crack. Tell the Reaper himself, I ain't coming back. I said I... AIN'T... COMING... BACK! (Yeah!!) I drink graveyard bourbon with a skeleton crew (drink it down) (going down down down) I got a mortgage on my soul and the rent is due (rent is due) (oh its due) Yeah, the devil's my landlord and he's knocking loud But I'm too busy digging graves to slow down! (Dig it deep!) Keep digging... (keep digging...) Six feet ain't enough... (no it ain't...) Pass the bottle... Tell the Devil to wait his turn... I got more graves to fill.